Wednesday Blues

John Rutherford

October 8, 2022

The printer’s broken down again,

the copies crooked, the paper torn.

I straighten it out between phone calls

and cut my thumb for the trouble.

The copies crooked, the paper torn,

the service tech can’t come today, 

and cutting my thumb for the trouble

I put some sticking plaster on.

The service tech won’t come today,

so there isn’t much else I can do

except admire my plastered thumb

and twiddle it with the other.

There isn’t much for me to do,

some emails, maybe, answer phones

or just twiddle here about my desk

until I’m relieved for lunchtime.

John Rutherford is a poet writing in Beaumont, Texas. Since 2018 he has been an employee in the Department of English at Lamar University.

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